It wasn't easy leaving Memphis
But I needed me a gig
And I had this crazy beautiful feeling, man
I was on the cusp of something big

So I hit the interstate to Nashville
And I made my noble stand
Paying off some old karma
With the Stacy Mitchhart Band

I'm a Music City blow-in
Cause this is where I need to be
I'm one part psychedelic gypsy
Three parts blue-eyed refugee

I've come a long way from Graceland
And you can quote me free
My soul is in Memphis
But my ass is in Nashville, Tennessee

Well I sat in with some cats
And pretty soon word snuck around
That the dude they know as Goldilocks
Has the wildest organ in town

I'm still dressing out of Lansky's
So if you see me man, don't shoot
I'm just prowling on down Music Row
In my Willie Mitchell suit, hey